I’m in a lot of pain at the moment, and heavily medicated to boot — so it should come as no surprise that there’s a whole lot of grumpy in this poem. Eh, it’s an outlet right? Anyway, here’s my surly, grumpy opinion wrapped in obnoxious prose. Blame the meds. Or the pain. Or solar flares.

Konker Them Kids
your children are your business
I beg of you dear mom and dad
do what it takes — to enforce this
everyone will be so glad!

no one wants to pick out snot
your kids wipe on our shirts
no one wants to be the lot
to say their shrieking hurts

just because you two had sex,
does not mean you can ignore
the rest of us who break our necks
–stepping over them at stores

…

for the love of god control that creature
‘fore it winds up as a feature
on the news or internet
caught doing stuff you’ll both regret!